Chapter 143

“Weston, you’re really the fakest person I’ve ever met.”

The blood on his knuckles still flowed, and the room was overpowered with the stench of blood.

Her words were like toxic vines that had sliced a rift between them. But he was no longer interested in
them. “I’ll give you a few minutes to walk out there and tell the father and son that you won’t see them
again,” he barked coldly. Stella’s sparkling eyes finally showed emotion when he finished his words.
They dimmed until all that was left was coldness. “Impossible,” she said and shook her head.

That one word was enough to anger Weston. He tightened his grip and suffocated her, not letting go
even when her face became crimson.” Don’t test my patience.” He realized she had many ways to
make him lose control.

The first was having him see her fall from the building, and now he had to watch her start a family with
another guy. She would rather be someone else’s stepmother than spare him another glance.

This alone drove him to the edge of losing control. “If you’re unwilling to tell, I don’t mind helping you.”

Stella’s eyes widened and redded that moment she heard that. “What are you planning to do to them?”

She frantically tugged Weston’s wrist, using all her might to break free from his restraint.” I’ve chosen to
stay with Justin,” she yelled. “We will get the marriage certificate tomorrow! Stop interfering with my
life!”

Her breath was unsteady, but she was done saying everything she wanted to say. Sure enough, he let
go of her the next second.

He stood up, his aura faded, and he stared down at her with extraordinary serenity.





His calm demeanor, on the other hand, terrified her much more. As she leaned on the wall behind her,
a sharp pain gnawed her back. But she hadn’t the time to think about it. She just looked the man in the
eyes and said, word for word, “I’m marrying Justin. We should put a stop to whatever we are doing right
now. You have your own life, and I want to begin mine.” He gave her no response.

She thought that he would be mad, but he wasn’t.

If anything, he was abnormally quiet. Even the tension had faded, creating an eerie, awkward, silence.

Weston casually sat on the sofa and unbuttoned the first few buttons of his shirt.

Stella’s clothes were a mess. Huddled in the corner, she watched as he retrieved a cigarette from his
jacket and lighted it between his fingers.

As he looked forward, he let out a cloud of smoke.

After a brief pause, she heard his gruff voice inquire, “Are you purposely making me angry?” She shook
her head. “No. I’m serious.” A smile suddenly appeared on his face. “What good will you get out of
marrying him? You’ve already decided to get married in such a short time…” She lowered her head,
her tone somewhat ironic as she spoke, “I didn’t think about time when I married you before.” Weston’s
face darkened as he exhaled another puff of smoke. “Since you learned a lesson before, you should’ve
been more careful. Or are you that naïve to trust someone so easily?”

She shook her head once again. “At least it would be nowhere as awful as marrying you.”


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